In 'An Apple Gathering', the quote "I let my neighbours pass me, ones and twos, and groups; the latest said the night grew chill... but I loitered, while the dews, Fell fast I loitered still", the use of Fricative Alliteration and the breathy quality of the fricative alliteration suggests emotional exhaustion rather than dramatic grief - her sadness is subdued, resigned, and internalised - Rather than bursting into lament, she allows the moment to envelope her in silence, reinforcing her surrender to loss and solitude - This tonal gentleness contrasts with any previous vibrancy and symbolises the quiet, inevitable consequence of past decisions